A Mommy Story

We may underplay our parenting skills, but one thing real moms won’t hold back on is talking about their children. Real moms know their kids are the best out there, and we’re not afraid to brag about it.

I mean, look at that face. (Click the picture to see that adorable face up close.) Those gorgeous blue eyes filled with both innocence and a twinge of mischief. That pretty, smooth skin. Those curls – oh, the curls! Her golden blonde curls attract many admirers at the playground, the mall, the grocery store…everywhere.

I know my daughter is beautiful, and I happily beam with pride that I created her from the building blocks in my body (with half of the DNA coming from daddy, of course). Where I see imperfections with myself, I see perfection in her.

But she’s not just the sum of her outward beauty. She’s also a bright, interesting little person that we’re learning more about every day. She loves numbers, counting all the way to 19 in English and 10 in Spanish. She can also recognize written numbers, reading off prices in the store, state routes on highway signs, and the address of any house we visit. She knows her shapes and colors, and can spend an hour sorting items by shape and color. Her sense of humor is unique, filled with knock knock jokes that don’t make sense to anyone except her.

I take pictures of her all the time. I want to preserve each new day, watching her grow and change slowly over time. I want to proudly introduce her to the world and celebrate each new milestone.

Of course, you should know I’m not insane. She’s not the ideal child by any means. I know others don’t see her the way I do: they don’t see that spark inside of her that I see. And that’s partially because every mom sees their own child as I see mine. They see past any imperfections to that inner soul, that reflection of something bigger than they are. Your own child is your legacy, your greatest project, your hardest job, and is undeniably a part of you.

So I understand if you see Cordy’s curls as a little unruly, or her skin a little too pale, or her temper a little too hard to handle. That’s OK – she’s amazing to me, and I’m not afraid to tell everyone about it. And I’ll happily listen to you brag about your amazing child as well. Because real moms aren’t afraid to brag – we know our kids are pretty damn special.

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